Burn for Me, Devil Rider

The Unwanted Guest

Reagan POV

I came here today to chill but didn't expect to see an unwanted guest. The first thought that crossed my mind when she walked in was that she didn't belong here, not because she was scared.

Because she didn't! And that's the problem.

Women who come to my territory always cause trouble, or are looking for trouble or don't understand anything but her. It's different because she understood very well!

Her eyes and movements weren't curious or impressed but instead calculating like she was memorizing the exits, counting my men and measuring risk.

And that alone I should have told my men to throw her out but I couldn't, stuck looking at her.

"Nyla right?" I said looking her in the eye again. She stiffened, surprised how did I knew her name but lasted for a seconds. I made it my business to know everyone who entered this bar. She snapped, looking at me and I felt she raised the wall, too high and too guarded now.

"You!" She almost stuttered in disbelief.

"You've already got people watching me huh!" She said amused.

Impressive! I almost said it.

A smirk tugged my lips looking at her intently. "I've got people watching everyone everywhere." I said still my eyes were on her.

"Ah! That's damn comforting!" She replied bemused and she's not a good liar. She wasn't comforted at all but irritated. When I smell danger, I don't let my guard down but double the standard.

The way her face changed expression but quickly masked it was already interesting enough. This woman didn't come here for nothing! I leaned back in my chair, observing her. Any detail is crucial to her and might be a tip for me.

I don't remember inviting her to sit, but she did boldly and for me that is a reckless move.

"So, what exactly brought you here?" I asked again because I don't trust her.

"What should I be? This is a bar, maybe for a drink and to think." She replied without hesitation. 'Think' in this place? I almost laughed.

"You want to think in this kind of place?" I asked in disbelief, and the same with my men laughed at her. No one came to a deserted bar to think! To drink, I might believe her not the latter.

Her lips curved slightly but it didn't reach her eyes. "Because of bad decisions." She replied, locking her gaze with me. Some men laughed again, but I didn't because something about her response was real, too honest, and it felt like it was for me.

"Be careful..." I said hanging her up. As expected, she looked at me frowning. "Because bad decisions tend to stick around here." I added.

For a second, her fingers tightened around her glass but she managed to relax, gone just like she appeared here.

"You say as you regret yours!" She shot back. For a split second, I paused. Nobody talked to me like that!

The room went silent and the tension was unbearable, ready to snap. But I didn't feel anger, instead I felt amused and curious. Then comes a dangerous interest.

"Maybe!"

Her eyebrows shifted like she didn't expect my response. Well, I didn't expect that either. I should have stopped and walked away, forget about her, but I didn't because the more she spoke, the more something was off. Yet it wasn't wrong but just simply hidden like she was holding something far more than a lie, and I want it badly.

"Where are you from Nyla?" She looked at me and her expression didn't change, but the long silence did. It was too long pause and very careful.

"Does it matter to you?" She asked back instead.

"It does now!"

"Why?"

Before replying, I leaned closer to her locking gaze and said. "Because nothing about you makes sense!" She shifted a bit but not about fear or guilt. It is something deep and buried enough to make a wall.

"Well, you don't make sense either!" She said with a smile that didn't reach her ears.

Fair enough! But I am not the one who is walking into enemy's territory alone.

"Try me!" I murmured. For a brief moment, I thought she would tell something real or something important, but she smiled. And that was the most dangerous thing I've ever seen tonight.

"Maybe!"

"Maybe when I am ready."

This should be the end of the game, passing by tonight in my territory, but Dominic walked in. "Reagan!" His voice was calm but I know that tone very well. My mood shifted again before he would tell me what was wrong.

"What!" I asked, not leaving my eyes on her. Dominic didn't answer immediately, distracted and looking at her. The look of recognition. His expression darkened, but it just lasted for a second and I saw it.

"Nyla?!" He muttered almost a whisper, but she heard him. She froze for a moment before back to her usual calm posture and looking at him.

"Do I know you?" She asked after sipping her drink, keeping the glass in her hands and twirling it slowly while waiting for his response.

"No... but…" Dominic replied. Silence passed by so thick and heavy. She slowly set her glass down carefully and looked at him.

"Have we met?" Dominic wants to confirm asking again. I could see his Adam's apple keep bouncing as he restrained himself. Exchanging looks between them trying to figure out who is lying.

"No!" She blatantly denied.

Dominic laughed. "Funny but you look familiar!" He smirked, but Nyla saw it and chose to ignore it. Looking at them twitched something inside me. Something that I wasn't told about and I don't like it!

"Who?" I intervened losing my patience. Dominic looked at me with a grin then back at her. He is not calculating but pushing my limit then he said it.

"The girl who died years ago!" It was a huge bomb dropped that made everyone deaf and that's what's happening right now. My alertness snapped, focusing on Nyla. Who knows she was the bait thrown in my dungeon.

The moment our eyes meet, she knows hiding and running aren't an option now. She gasped and fidgeted as her fingers trembled under her glass. This is enough to confirm why is she f*****g here. She didn't just stumble here to get a damn drink.

Nothing is a coincidence!

The chair scraped loudly against the floor as I stood still focused on her. "Nyla!" I said in a low voice but carried danger. She raised her head and met my gaze again and for the first time I saw fear, but not for me.

It's a fear of getting exposed early.

"Who are you?" This time my tone is impatient. One mistake could lead to more painful and dangerous.

She didn't respond immediately, or couldn't because Dominic stepped closer and dropped another bomb!

"Her name isn't Nyla!" He boomed. My blood ran cold, draining the color from my face alerting my men. Looking at her expression confirmed Dominic was right!

Before she could respond and I could demand truth, or she would run, Dominic leaned and whispered something that changed everything!